Ugh!
Ooh, a hundred and ten.
Yeah, what's this shit?
Yeah!
When I was waiting in the bar, where were you?
When I was buying you a drink, where were you?
When I was trying to hide in bed, where were you?
When I watched you follow the distance, did you see me?
You were standing in a queue, did you see me?
You had yellow hair, did you see me?
I want to talk to you all night, do you like me?
I want to find out about your life and do you like me?
Would you rather be my wife, do you love me?
Another town, another place, another girl, another place
Another truck, another race
I've been injured, feeling bad, another night, I'm going mad
My woman's leaving, I feel sad
But I just love to live the lead, another beer is what I need
Another gig, my ears bleed
We are the roadblocks
Another town I've left behind, another dream completely blind
Another hotel I can't find
Another backstage best view, another tube of super glue
Another border to get through
I'm driving like a maniac, driving way to hell and back
Another room, a case to pack
We are the roadblocks
Another town, another place, another girl
I'm driving like a maniac
Always flood with debt
I live killed but I don't care about it
I can't face your threats and stand up straight
And talk and shout about it
I think I'm on another world with you
With you
I'm on another planet with you
With you
Another girl, another planet
Space travels in my blood
There ain't nothing I couldn't do about it
Long journeys wear me out but I know
I can't live without it, I know
I think I'm on another world with you
With you
I'm on another planet with you
With you
Another girl who's loving you now
Another planet who's holding you down
Another planet
His family taught him right from wrong
With local tales and children's songs
Sunday school was his shelter
With his friends Joe and Walter
Now those days seem far away
An empty swing where he once played
Now he's grown so fat and bold
He never thought that he'd grow old
And every day when he catches a train
Looks out the window and thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again
Sales job and gets him there
Same old faces, same old sounds
Heart attacks, orthopedic backs
Documents and labeled racks
His wife can't stand the sight of him
With his roots in a glass of gin
She makes his lunch with processed ham
And waits in bar to meet a man
And every day when he gets a train
Looks out the window and thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again
Take it away, girl
If he could be that boy again
Another day, another tin
His kids don't even notice him
Something different about his face
His happy smile seems out of place
His family gathered round for tea
Eyes fixed on their new celly
A news flash came, then it said
Bill McCoy was just found dead
No more windows, no more trains
Hung himself out in the rain
Now he'll never be that boy again
And we say bye, bye Bill McCoy
Bye, bye Bill McCoy
I'm a boy, boy, boy on the run
Some say my manners ain't the best
Some my friends have been a whole lot of trouble
And some say I'm no better than the rest
But tell your mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don't wear white
Every day I work hard
At night I spend a restless time
With those rich kids and all their lazy money
They can't afford a candle to run
Tell your mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don't wear white
Good guys, bad guys, which is which?
The right color wasn't for the digger that digs
Then who's to say who's the better man?
Come on, do the best I can, best I can
You thought I had a dirty mind
All those messed up chicks are the change in times
Life's built an easy limit
It can't come close to the fault that I've given
To tell your mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don't wear white
They don't wear white
All by myself
Lord, it only means
All by myself
I'm on, I'm on both levels
Lord, it only means
All by myself
Lord, it only means
All by myself
Lord, it only means
All by myself
So many times I'm down, down
With the ground
Lord, it only means
All by myself
Lord, it only means
All by myself
Lord, it only means
All by myself
Lord, it only means
All by myself
Lord, it only means
All by myself
Lord, it only means
All by myself
Some folks are born
Made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white, and blue
And when the band waves
Hail to the chief
Ooh, they point the candidate
You know
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator, son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks are born
Silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves
But when the tax man
Come through the door
Lord, the house look like
A rummage sale, yeah
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire, son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
The folks in Harry
Star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down
To war
And when you ask them
How much should they give
Who's the only answer?
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaire, son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
Before loneliness
Will break my heart
Send me a postcard, darling
How can I make you understand
I wanna be your woman
Here
Here I'm waiting
For a little sign
Waiting till the end of time
Send me a postcard, darling
Send me a postcard now
I can taste a lonely night
I need someone I can turn to
New gods for the day
I get a little sign
I want to know
You're all mine now
Please don't let me down
Ain't no lover like me in town
Send me a postcard, darling
Send me a postcard now
Before loneliness
Will break my heart
Send me a postcard, darling
How can I make you understand
I wanna be your woman
Here
Here I'm waiting
For a little sign
Waiting till the end of time
Send me a postcard, darling
Send me a postcard now
Send me a postcard, darling
Send me a postcard now
I never got my license to live
They won't give it up
So I stand at the world's edge
I'm trying to break in
Oh, I know it's not for me
Desire at all
Makes me say that I knew
That's what I want
Somewhere it's in
When things get too straight
I can't bear it
I feel stuck, stuck in a pen
I'm trying to break in
Oh, I know it's not for me
Desire at all
Makes me say that I knew
That's what I want
Somewhere it's in
That's what I want
Somewhere it's in
Just to relax well
Let some dark wind send
For a while anyway
With my head on the edge
That's what you get out of the edge
Somewhere it's in
We've been here too long
Trying to get along
Pretending that you're low, so shy
I'm a nice woman
Doing all I can
My temperature is running high
Night at night
No one in sight
And we got so much to share
Talkin' fun
If you got the time
But I ain't got the time
Well, yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Every girl and boy
Needs a little joy
All you do is sit and stare
Begging on my knees
Please run your fingers
Through my hair
My, my, my
Whiskey and rye
Don't only make you feel so fine
Ride on long
Don't only turn you on
Can't you see we're wasting time?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Do you wanna touch?
Yeah
Oh yeah
Do you wanna touch the wheel?
Do you wanna touch, do you wanna touch the wheel?
Do you wanna touch the wheel?
Thank you for watching!
And what costumes shall we poker wear?
To our tomorrow's parties
A hand-me-done dress from who knows where
To our tomorrow's parties
And where will she go?
What shall she do when midnight comes around?
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown
And cry behind the door
Baby, you're not at home
And when I'm home
Big deal, I'm still alone
And when I'm home
Viscorous desire
Beat my head against the wall
Try to knock some sense
Down in my bones
And even though they don't show
The scars are so old
And when they don't
They let you know
You can't put your arm around a memory
Don't try
You're just a bastard, Jim
And you've got more than me
Crudging living with me
We're one and the same
And even though they don't show
The scars are so old
And when they don't
They let you know
You can't put your arm around a memory
Don't try
You can't put your arm around a memory
John Chyne